22 South 3rd St.
Philadelphia
www.deadfreds.com
April 30, 2005
It was a pretty crappy rainy night. After a lazy Saturday of drinking and watching tv,
we all decided to meet in Lindenwold and take the High Speed line into Philadelphia,
in celebration of Howey’s birthday. After a very short cab ride, we arrived at Dead
Fred’s. This was a normal bar that had cheap beer, free pool and wings. I didn't
spend any time here though. Even though it’s the same place, they called the
upstairs dance club Niki Mango’s.
I was actually a little surprised when I walked in because there was no cover charge.
I was expecting this to be a very expensive night. Although I was right, it wasn’t
because the drinks were expensive, it was just because I drank far too many of
them. They actually had a dollar menu, with beers like Pabst and Beast (Milwaukee’s
Best). If you didn’t want to look like a cheap ass, bottles of Yuengling cost $4. I
however, had no problem looking like a cheap ass. I drank Pabst all night (and a few
shots)
One of the most striking characteristics when you walk into the club is the lack of bar
stools. Instead, there were swings hanging from the high ceiling. These seemed
rather dangerous to have in a bar, but they were really cool. Underneath the swings
there was a chain attaching them to the floor, to prevent people from swinging to
high or behaving in a dangerous manner. I of course found the swing with the
disconnected chain and jumped on. This allowed me to swing sideways so I could
violently smash into the swing PJ was on.
Although women were encouraged to dance on the bar, back away from the bar,
there was a stage for woman to dance on. Being intoxicated, I became fixated on this
attractive bisexual chick that was dancing with glow sticks. A few minutes earlier she
was hooking up with another attractive girl on the dance floor. I’m not sure if it was
the lights, the fact that she was just kissing another girl or the fact that she was
totally checking me out that grabbed my attention, but I think it was probably a
combination of all three.
There was another bar in the back of the club that I noticed on my way back from the
bathroom. I wandered into it to get a beer and all I saw were a bunch of girls who
were there for a bachelorette party, doing body shots off of a semi-naked male
stripper. I decided at this point to get my beer somewhere else and wandered back.
When the girls came back from the bathroom they told me that there was some guy
in the women's room. He claimed that that was the only place that he could get
reception on his cell phone. I thought this was brilliant! The next time I'm out I'm
going to try this and see what happens.
As usual for Philadelphia, the night ended far too early. We stumbled back to the
train, where we met lots of other drunks. On the train, Lisa ended up getting some
guys number and PJ got molested by some other guys. I would have gotten up to
help her, but I was comfortable in my seat and I was having a conversation with some
other people on the train. After leaving the train, John and crew ended up getting a
flat tire. They didn't realize it was flat until they were most of the way home and
smoke was pouring out of it. Luckily, there weren't too many cops out!
Good Point about the bar: Most of the women there were very attractive and there
was a very high ratio of girls to guys. Despite the fact that I was hammered and
drinking cheap beer, I still met several women who seemed interested in me.
Bad Point about the bar: Because it is in Philadelphia, it closed at 2, meaning
everyone had to start leaving at about 1:30.
White trash factor (1-10): 1
Ratio of girls to guys: 1/1
Crowd density: Medium
Age of the crowd: ~21-30
Overall rating: 8 – All of us had a great time. Howey was doing good with a bunch of
attractive women on the dance floor, John was talking to a number of women, Lisa
was hitting on a really old guy, Tami was downstairs getting numbers from guys and I
met several girls that seemed interested in me. We were all doing so well with
members of the opposite sex that PJ decided to talk to a guy from Ireland that was
standing next to her. He just looked at her and walked over to some other girls and
started talking to them instead. Once again, all of us found PJ's misfortune amusing.
I didn't want to carry my camera all over Philadelphia, so John took some pics with his
cell phone. They are small and you really can't see too much in them, but I'll put
them up anyway.
